Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev
to peer into my eyes
while I within deny their threats
and answer them with lies.
Mushlike memories perform

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a

One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning
on a distant street.
Your name, perhaps spoken,

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that
Some people wrap their lies around
And you sit wondering

There is no warning rattle at the
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer
Safe in the dark prison, I know t
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless

She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of
She came home running

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?

Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,